I can still feel the ghost of your fingers through my body, the scent of you through every cigarette, your eyes through the night skies.
STOP HAUNTING ME!
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Words From The Heart
PoetryCompilation of open letters. Things I'd like to say. Words that were never spoken. Together with quotes I like. Credits will be written if possible! :D These are all personal! No hate spread love :)
Haunting July
I can still feel the ghost of your fingers through my body, the scent of you through every cigarette, your eyes through the night skies.
STOP HAUNTING ME!
7|16